Tuesday, June 25, 2013

I consider it to be a wonderful feeling to sit here and not know where to begin to talk about my man. He's pretty special in all kinds of ways, but lately watching him be a father beats everything else. Madelyn lights up the second she sees him and screams "Dadda!" at any possible moment. He's very proud she's a daddy's girl and has high hopes to make Olive one too. Which leaves me to be chopped liver. And honestly, I'm ok with it. Cony is always wanting to be a better man, which can be a curse and blessing depending on the day. I'm grateful I can count on him to help switch laundry, do the dishes, change diapers, vacuum and lately- cook. He doesn't even seem to mind being my pack mule while on photo shoots. He's been a solid source of encouragement during this pregnancy. As hard as it is on me physically and emotionally, some days dealing with me is much harder than what I'm dealing with. I count my lucky stars every day for him.

For the last two weeks, everyone I come in contact with tells me I must be ready to "POP" at any moment. So much so, I'm ready to pop someone myself. I'll blame it on my hormones. I have to say that the last four weeks of this pregnancy have brought on symptoms no one told me possible. Before, anytime someone would complain about being pregnant, I seriously wanted to punch them in the face (can I blame that on hormones too?). Yet, here I am trying my hardest not to complain and feeling a little sorry I ever wanted to punch someone in the face. All I have to say is growing a human out of food is hard. Two weeks ago our Tummy Mummy randomly texted to tell me they wanted to come down for the night. A few things that make me happy about that sentence... 1) Love they know they are welcomed 2) Love they WANT to come and spend time with us. It was a rainy day so we spent the day at a bounce-house and playing around inside. I've said it once and I'll keep saying, we couldn't be more grateful to consider them family.